Baritone Romance
Dressed in white
Was it really right
Glistening sunset
Where lips met
Wine glass sorrow
A gift is tomorrow
Lowered your eyes
Hiding lies
It was not fate
For love to wait
But it was fate
She would be late
Confetti falling
Broken voices stalling
Shattered stairs
Sudden glares
Highest of high
The lowest sigh
White to red
All were dead
Dressed in white
It wasn't right
Dead in war
...But what for
Copyright © Disco Freak | Year Posted 2019
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